About the book: year / Everything was going perfectly in my life, just great, according to a well-thought-out plan for years, until my twentieth birthday came, and this the damn mark didn't come out on the heel! Murnish—that’s what my Bound’s name sounded like. And what should I do now - an adept of the Shperch Academy of Healers, who hides her origin? A little prank about black necromancer lords and young adepts. For those who squeak, there are games with a whip.